in the UK we would say "What a bunch of  c u next tuesdays!" :)

        -----Original Message----- 
        From: Greg Earle [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] 
        Sent: Thu 06/11/2003 15:13 
        To: [email protected] 
        Cc: 
        Subject: (313) J.A.N. (was: Re: (313) KDJ
        
        

        [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
        > "It's been proven in history
        > no matter what I do or what I become
        > I'll always be J.A.N in this country....
        > AMERIKA
        > (This planet's greatest thief)
        > signed - Just Another Nigga"
        
        Reading this reminded me of something that just happened yesterday:
        
        Kenny Larkin got pulled over by the cops in Beverly Hills for no reason.
        (Just hours before his comedy showcase at the Laugh Factory!!!)
        
        I'll let Kenny pick up the tale from here (apologies to those on 
Friendster):
        
        "I'm on Santa Monica Boulevard in a brand new white Mercedes Benz CLK 
320,
         that my friend let me keep for a week while she's out of town.  I've 
driven
         this route almost every day in my own cars (BMW, Porsche), and never 
had a
         problem.  But, guess what happens?  I get pulled over by the Beverly 
Hills
         Police!!
        
         I'm shocked because I wasn't speeding, traffic is heavy, my seatbelt 
is on,
         blah, blah... The cop approaches the car and says, "Your driving is 
fine,
         but I don't know about the registration.  Can I see a copy of your 
insurance,
         registration, and driver's license?"  I say, "Well, this isn't my car.
         A friend let me borrow it for the week.  She didn't leave her 
registration,
         or insurance with me.  Oh, here it is, and here is my license."  Now, 
mind
         you, I'm wearing sweaty, workout clothes.  I have on a black skull 
cap, and
         I'm totally unshaven.  To him, I'm lookin' like, well... you get the 
picture.
        
         He goes back to his bike to check everything, while I'm chillin' in 
the car.
         Ten minutes go by, and I look in my rear view mirror to see what's 
taking so
         long.  When I look up again, I see this paddy wagon pull up behind 
me!!!  The
         other cop gets out, confers with his colleague for another 10 minutes. 
 I'm
         thinking, what's going on?  So, finally the dude walks back to the car 
and
         says, ``What's your social security number?'', I said ``Why?''  He 
says,
         ``Your driving privledges are suspended in the State of California.  
You have
         a warrant out for your arrest from San Bernadino county stemming from 
an
         unpaid speeding ticket you received last year.  They sent you a notice 
to
         appear, and you didn't, so..... Step out of the car, place your hands 
behind
         your head.''  I almost passed out on the spot!!!
        
         Boy, I wish there was someone there taking a picture, just so I could 
see the
         look on my face when that cop put those handcuffs on me in front of 
full-on
         rush hour traffic.  For those who don't know me, I am the squarest man 
you
         will ever know.  I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs.  But, 
here I
         am in the back of a paddy wagon about to go to jail, on the biggest 
nite of
         my comedy career!!  Who did I screw over in my previous life??  I'm 
sitting
         in the back of the paddy wagon, while they search my friend's car, and 
I'm
         hoping she doesn't have anything in her car that might "complicate" 
matters,
         but they find nothing.  So, they take me to JAIL, and book me, 
fingerprint me,
         take mug shots, put me in prison overalls, the whole nine... I'm in 
shock by
         this time, because I learn that if I don't make bail ($5,000 cash), I 
will be
         staying with them for 2 days, and then transported up to San Bernadino 
to
         their jail, until my court date.  ``What!  But I have a show in 3 
hours!''
         ``Not if you don't make bail buddy.''  So, I had to call my parents, 
who both
         flew in from Alabama, and Michigan to see their son perform at this 
world
         famous comedy club, to bail me out of jail."
        
        A year ago, the same thing happened to me.  I got pulled over for 
speeding
        and, it turned out, due to an unpaid parking ticket in SF (!) from years
        ago, I'd actually had my license suspended (and didn't know about it, 
'cos
        they sent it to my previous address and the forwarding had long since 
expired)
        and I, too, had a warrant for my arrest.
        
        Did I get carted off to jail?  Did I get fingerprinted, mug shot'ed, put
        in prison overalls like Kenny Larkin did?
        
        No.  I got sent home on my own recognizance.
        
        I'm disgusted at what happened to Kenny.  Only in Amerika.
        
                - Greg (J.[ust] A.[nother] [P.rivileged] W.[hiteboy])
        
        
        

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